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Twisting the Sheet


it's no use

being wise after-"Ah well, it was clear that something was up"


taking a branch of the family genogram



if not cancer

then the heart would have gone at some time or other


I remember

twisting the sweaty sheet and gathering myself


in a grimace

of concentration, wrinkling my brow


flaring like an engine

as I came back down to earth, with a shudder


nobody knows which bed Death

hides under



for a small death  unnoticed